Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
When Henry V.
of England was entreated not to burn the towns and villages through
which he passed, "Bah!" said he, "would you have me eat my meat without
mustard?"
At Ste. Soure there was no church-tower, the place of refuge of the
villagers was Le Peuch; but the attack of the marauders had been too
sudden and unexpected for them to reach it.
What was to be done? The ransom demanded for the seven men was a hundred
livres of Bergerac--that is to say, a sum equivalent at the present time
to about one thousand nine hundred pounds. Unless the men were redeemed,
the Sieur of Le Peuch would be ruined. No men would remain under his
protection when he could neither protect nor deliver them. If he raised
the sum, it must be at a ruinous rate, that would impoverish him for
years. He was stunned with the magnitude of the disaster. There was but
a fortnight in which not only must he resolve what to do, but have the
money forthcoming.
After the first stupefaction was over, the old man's heart was full of
wrath.
Ogier del' Peyra had been a peaceable man, a good landlord, never
oppressing his men, rather dull in head and slow of thought, but
right-minded and straightforward. No little seigneur in all the district
was so respected. Perhaps it was for this reason that his lands had
hitherto been spared by the ravagers. He was not one who had been a hot
partisan of the French and a fiery opponent of the English, or rather of
those who called themselves English. He had wished for nothing so much
as to remain neutral.
But now Le Gros Guillem, who respected nothing and nobody, had suddenly
dealt him a staggering blow from which he could hardly recover.
The effect when the first numbness was passed was such as is often the
case with dull men, slow to move. Once roused and thoroughly
exasperated, he became implacable and resolute.
"We will recover our men," said Ogier to his son, "and then repay
Guillem in his own coin."
"How shall we get the money?" asked Jean.
"You must go to Sarlat, and see if any can be procured there. See the
Bishop; he may help."
Accordingly Jean del' Peyra rode back a good part of the way he had
traced the previous day, but half-way turned left to Sarlat instead of
right to La Roque.
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